[ (Bolin's experience in Capablanca has been vastly different to Adra's.)
He seems pleased by Adra's admission, handing the (tiny, tiny) bouquet of three flowers, brilliantly pink, to the elf to take when Adra reaches out to them. ]
I thought so.
[ He moves further into the room, sitting down on the single chair that the room provides without asking permission, setting the pair of apples down on the small table.
When he turns back to Adra next, he's a bit more subdued. ]
I wanted to check in after yesterday, y'know. Those Noir guys weren't exactly that kind to you.
[ Plus, he thinks, he can remember how Adra had overworked himself at the Expo. It couldn't have been a nice combination with the vodka water. ]
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He seems pleased by Adra's admission, handing the (tiny, tiny) bouquet of three flowers, brilliantly pink, to the elf to take when Adra reaches out to them. ]
I thought so.
[ He moves further into the room, sitting down on the single chair that the room provides without asking permission, setting the pair of apples down on the small table.
When he turns back to Adra next, he's a bit more subdued. ]
I wanted to check in after yesterday, y'know. Those Noir guys weren't exactly that kind to you.
[ Plus, he thinks, he can remember how Adra had overworked himself at the Expo. It couldn't have been a nice combination with the vodka water. ]